screeching tram, the way it
took the curves the tightest
following through the mike
the conductress’s gibberish
expounding laughing how she’d
hellishly hip – as the
dog on the corner
urged the frizzy bitch to play
gauchely even whistling bumped
his hips against her over and again
minced along beside her all
paws square – and she just
yawned her tongue so
blue

kids played their last
hide-and-seek of the day

the way the tram whizzed now
dead straight along down the street
the way the reflection
of its windows in the tarmac
beat its wings